Sage, Aren't You Guys Supposed To Have

Sydney! Stop. Think Of Something Else. Conjugate Latin Verbs. Recite The Periodic Table.

My Muse Is An Ungrateful Harlot Who’s Abandoned Me To Actually Come Up With My Own Plots.

Did You Just Use Juxtaposition In A Sentence?" "yes, Sage" He Said Patiently. "we Use It All The Time With Art, ... That, And I Know How To Use A Dictionary

I'm Not Worthy Of That," I Said. I Might Be Human Now, But I Understand How Powerful A Heavenly Creature Carter Was. "i Don't Deserve That Much Regard." He Reached Out And Tipped My Chin Up. "you Do, Georgina. And If You Don't Believe Me Now, Then Strive To Be. Live You Life. Be Kind. Love Those You Know. Love Those You Don't Know. Be Worthy Of Your Soul." A Tear Escaped, Rolling Down My Cheek And Probably Messing Up My Mortal Mascara. "thank You, Carter. Thank You For Everything.

Stick." I Said In Russian. I Had No Clue What The Word For Stake Was. I Pointed At The Silver Ring I Wore And Made A Slashing Motion. "stick. Where?" He Stared At Me In Utter Confusion And Then Asked In Perfect English, "why Are You Talking Like That?